Wehad polite conversation with him, but I felt out of place. I did notfeel like myself. I remembered all my conversations with him over theyears, but ...hey felt like they weren't mine anymore.My dad noticed my apparent discomfort. He broached the subject, but Iblew it off as girl trouble. He apparently did not know how to takethat. My mannerisms in his home were effeminate. They were that waysince I was 10, but they were really getting worse. They had gone fromnoticeable to glaring. From the way. She was within one foot of the door, when the door burst open in the darkness and a figure rushed into the room and a hand clamped tightly over her mouth to stifle her. Within seconds, a strip of cloth dug deeply into her lips and tied tightly across her mouth. Her arms were forcibly twisted up hard behind her back bending her down. Her large breasts swayed under her and she felt the dark figure behind her pressing against her buttocks. A strong piece of cord was wrapped and tied around her. With that same steely stare, Veronica grabbed my cock and pumped it rapidly as it exploded into the air before landing on my chest, stomach and the bed. As each spurt came out Veronica ooohed and aaahed like it was her own personal show.When she squeezed out every last drop she gave my head a generous lick, looked up at me and smiled. “Good boy Billy, Good boy.” She said as she got up, and left the room. After a minute I got up too, and walking into the hall I saw her in the bathroom, fixing. She had on a t-shirt and jeans. Her head back on his pillow. Her right hand furiously rubbing under her jeans, her left hand clenched around something that throbbed red. Oh no, she’d found his rock.Joyce’s eyes were closed. Her mouth hung open. Sam had never seen her like this.His rock-hard dick pulled uncomfortably at his pants. He looked down, it had snaked its way past his waistband and under his shirt. Past his belly button, Sam guessed.“Oh my,” Joyce said. “Oh my.” Under her t-shirt, her.